The Best Blind As A Bat Poems

There is a certain sad quality
To the overwhelming sensitivity
With which offers much reality
Of course then subsequently
Causing hurt feelings with cruelty
Emitting out such animousity
Against a soul with such frailty
Will cause a certain casualty
With winners left behind spiritually
Cold as a stone internally
And blind as a bat visually
While the fragile soul will soar endlessly
Far, far away from all the negativity

down under
down a country road
road to success
road to nowhere
nowhere to hide
nowhere to run
run away from home
run a race
race horses
race to win
win the lottery
win a trip
trip to Australia
trip of a lifetime
lifetime warranty
lifetime of dreams
dreams have meanings
dreams come true
true or false
true love
love one another
love is blind
blind as a bat
blind date
date with destiny
date of birth
birth of a baby
birth of a vision
vision of loveliness
vision for the future
future of our children
future plans
plans for adventure
plans for people
people pleasers
people who care
care about others
care for the sick
sick in the head
sick and tired
tired of running
tired of trouble
trouble sleeping
trouble may come
come and see
come right now
now or never
now is the time
never
time
8/11/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Down Under" contest

As blind as a bat,
as brave as a lion,
and stupid as a goat.
As busy as a bee,
as fat as a pig,
and happy as a king.
As strong as a lion,
as heavy as a load,
and rude as fool.
As black as coal,
as cold as ice,
and white as snow.
As hot as fire,
as green as grass,
and sweetly as juice.
All in all,
makes one thing,
common in life.

On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football
The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity
The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred
Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid
Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match
What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg
Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s
Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill
Bottom of the league
Fines galore
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league
Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.

This quaint perspective
Is quite selective,
Quite often,
Giving anger and hatred the directive.
Habitual surrender
To a pretender;
In certain circles an offender.
These days, too few of these circles exist,
However, those that understand have to persist,
Faith in humanity;
Most would claim insanity.
The vanity this illusion can incarnate,
Darkness;
At its inception…..
Is easier propalgate.
Although, logic would convey
That if the shadows are to stay;
Benevolent beings would conceal their existence;
Understanding that underground persistence,
Ever a mental resistance
Is much more fruitful than none at all.
Who would make that call?
The Trickster manipulates the darkness inside;
Intangible yet effective;
One of the most dangerous – Pride.
When Young in this existence,
Lessons are forced upon you with much persistence;
Laws and rules constantly applied.
As your understanding develops,
Persistant ruling laws lavishly supplied.
Tragedy envelops.
Your mind has been trained to react
This is a fact.
Trained by who?
Do any of us have a clue?
This system and society systematically commits injustices day after day;
Human stomachs meandering in dismay,
Why do restaurants throw their excess away?
When you are warm in every way,
Another`s feet is constantly in the way,
Of those walking to the bay,
On the walk-way.
We have been trained to accept;
Un-accept.
Once you begin to think for yourself,
Not believe everything, hoping its wealth.
You realise how little of nothing you comprehend,
To most, this thought would offend.
Why?
Most cannot appreciate with which they do not identify.
Our reactions are usually to fear the unknown.
Why?
Do you not remember that through the unknown
Many mountains and hills have never over-grown.
When you are fearful,
Controlling you is effortless.
Knowledge is to be gained for the purpose of gaining knowledge;
For no other.
The want to control and have power;
Might come in and pretend to be your brother.
The illusion of knowledge,
The Global College.
Its lessons are taught 24 hours a day;
Switch on the TV and you on your way.
Ponder upon who controls the media,
They control what you see on the tube.
Trust me; you do not need an encyclopedia.
Most assume what they see on the tube to be true.
True for who?
You?
Me?
Humanity?
Acquire
A desire
To allow insanity to be.
In an upside down world,
The truth is backwards unfurled.
Do not accept what you see or hear;
Inside we all have the ability to steer.
However, the difference between the truth and lies
Is never ending as the blue skies.
Yet most cannot discern
The vast difference.
Fact.
It seems in every sense,
Most would be as blind as a bat.
The Knowledge of illusion
Systematically habitual, certainly will cause a contusion.
Be weary of knowledge,
Un-truths can easily be purported as truths

Mother to me is only a name
someone who allows the dirty game
Silence is golden-a mothers rule
Then mother sends you off to school
A mother has eyes in the back of her head
So when facing her child- cannot see she is dead
At night time a mother plants kisses on chin
then sends you to the lions den
Mother to me- is only a word
her man is but a dirty bird
A mother goes shopping and shopping and shopping
while dirty birds hopping and hopping and hopping
A mother looks through me
she sees only her man
she cannot smell the daughter
fear comes in a can
what good is a mother who has not a nose
a mother is good while shes washing the clothes
A mother looks through me and passes up fear
she's never around and she can't even hear
She's always around and she's blind as a bat
Daddy sings songs about mommas fat
a mother sits crying-not making a sound
sits eating in kitchen-gets rounder than round
she's she deaf, dumb and blind
and no matter how tall
a mother to me
is no mother at all
Daddies songs to mama
( i don't want her - you can have her-she's too fat for me)
( fatty margaret -two by four- couldn't fit through the kitchen door)
(be she live or be she dead-when she's around you better hide the bread)

I’m mean ....... I’m too nice
I talk to much ..... I’m shy enough
I like this ....... I don't like that
I’m too tall ...... I’m blind as a bat
I do what I like ...... I like what I do
My hair is long ...... I don’t need you
I look like a mexican ...... My age is mistaken
I need more patients, I wear too much fragrance
After all, I am what I am
because of who I am

Still at times I can be an adolescent, a bit of a brat
I'm always questioning things, though I'm suspicious
I admit there's time's I've been ignorant to even chat
Yeah quit a lot of the time I've been quite obnoxious
A mr know it all! but at the time it seemed ludicrous
Like the magician, trying to pull a trick out of the hat
And getting everyone to say the words hocus pocus
But me thinking wise to it all one can smell a dirty rat
Then things I suppose at times are so blatantly obvious
Some could say your either death or just blind as a bat
But back then I was a little immature, as to it all oblivious
Still inquisitive though I'm now older, a lot less of a prat
And still I'm no real master mind, I'm not any genius
Why this is this, I ask and that always has to be that??
Why something’s are not always, leaves one curious
Though I was told it was curiosity that killed the cat
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NOTE TO READERS AGAIN LIKE INTERWISON AND FATE JUST
tweaked a few lines which I felt made better sense was originally going to add two extra verses
but decided to take some words lines from extra two and rewrite first two verses
in better context I don’t know
again some inspiration fro all the cool soup poets thank you..............XXX
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SOUNDS STUPID I KNOW MAKES NO SENSE JSUT GOING THROUGH MY HEAD
DEEP IN THOUGHT WHILE REWORKING OTHERS ID WROTE
THIS POPED UP IN THE SAME VANE AS FATE SAME SOR OF PATTERN AND IDEA
WITH THIS iM OBVISLY MORE KNOWLGABLE NOW THAN WHEN YOUNGER
BUTSTILL I QUESTION A LOT OF THINGS WITH THIS TRYING TO ADD A LITTLE HUMOUR ALSO
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i would never have updated a lot of my old stuff or even wrote any of the thirty new writes
ive wrote over the past year of being on here THANKYOU FOR YOUR INSPERATION AND COMMNETS
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Machine guns spit fire on an urban slum,
and voices cry out in an unknown tongue.
Grenade launch –
“Take cover!”
“Get down!”
As blind as a bat, this Baghdad night.
A child’s scream, from the blackness,
gnaws at my ear,
and a table was set –
four candles on a birthday cake –
a camera freezes the moment.
“Wake up soldier!”
“This is what we were made for!”
“Don’t you go to sleep on us now!”
Machine guns spit fire on an urban slum,
and darkness disguises the hostiles,
and a child screams again,
and again ….
And again!
Chocolate paints her pink cheek brown.
“In coming!”
Baghdad bright with fireflies.
“Let’s bring the heat to these camel jockeys!”
The merry-go-round spins my head in a daze ….
So beautiful, her eyes like her grandmother’s gaze.
“Wake up soldier!”
“Stay focus son”
I wake up to see Baghdad ablaze.

"The MAN With The Healing Hand"
"Faith Is The Substance Of Evidence Unseen!"
The first time I heard that I thought "What does that really mean?"
My understanding of that now is better, for I do understand,
"Faith and Trust" in "This MAN With The Healing Hand!"
HIS name was Jesus and He existed long ago!
Actually, He's still here! This I really do know!
Now, how do I know this, I'm living proof, you see!
"This MAN With The Healing Hand"
has healed and loved a wretch like me!
My direction, at one time, was heading the wrong way!
I was the cause of no "Light" being in my day!
Walking 'blind as a bat", a man full of glitches,
I kept stumbling and falling head first into ditches!
One day after a stumble, while in a life pit I sit,
I turned my gaze upward and cried out,
"LORD!...Is This IT???"
"Will I ever know Peace and walk with true sight?...
or will stumbling and falling into pits be my life's plight?"
I opened a book called
the "B-asic I-nstructions B-efore L-eaving E-arth!"
I started reading the "Words in Red" thinking, "Now, what is this really worth?"
A scripture caught my eye that I do believe I was meant to see!
It said "Take My Yoke Upon You......And Learn Of Me!"
"For I Am Meek And Lowly In Heart And Ye Shall Find Peace For Your Soul!"
I thought "This MAN wants to help me......get up out of this hole!"
His very next words stopped my blindness and then gave me new sight,
He said "For My Yoke Is Easy......And My Burden Is Light!"
The next thing I knew I arose and stood and the dark started turning to "Light!"
I shouted "Hey! Now this is good! I can feel this MAN's Power and Might!"
A "Hand" reached out and grasped my hand and then did help me up!
I knew then that "Forevermore" I would drink from this "MAN's" cup!
There's a simple phrase that He says! He says "Come, Follow Me!"
Now that I have, I now know the "Truth" and that "Truth" has set me free!
Yes, "Faith Is The Substance Of Evidence Unseen!"
I do now know exactly what that phrase does mean!
My understanding of that now is much better, for I "DO" understand,
I have absolute "Faith and Trust" in "This MAN With The Healing Hand!"

The Bride on the wait List
Break gentle heart break
That I cannot withstand anymore
Shaking as same as an earth quake
As slow as a snail wakes and calls them whore
Here-in shoulders hands like a perfectionist
To leave and watch her sob
Wanders as blind as a bat
Attending to nowhere step by step
Thinking they call her slut
Runs down step and stumble on an out sleep
Finds time to persevere like in the book of job
And meets her best groom

Mommy and Daddy were having difficult times..
Arguing constantly,
cursing that ringed at my small tiny ears.
I was only 6 years old when he came home
having a little too much to drink.
I stood there staring at the intoxicated man,
that I once called daddy..
His dead eyes burned into my head,
my body shakes as he stumbles through the hall.
Mommy tells me to run upstairs,
“What’s goin on mama” I cried
“Go NOW!” she croaked
as her eyes stared at me with scarce.
My brother drags me by the arm upstairs.
I hurdle into a small ball with tears poking their way down my small delicate face,
crying my heart out as if it was shattered into tiny little pieces.
I was just a little girl than,
Innocent & Confused..
Police sirens blare from the front lawn.
I shuffle towards the cold window
peeking to see the drunken,
so called father of mine.
speeding off,
he was gone in a flash..
But not forever,
He came waltzing back into my life
as if he hadn't hurt a fly.
He left for about a year..
The memories we shared,
they’re grey and lost behind the pain which engulfs my brain.
But even today,
at the age of 13 years old
I wasn’t blind as a bat,
I knew his ‘I’m such a good father card’
was as fake as his smile.
Which just pestered me,
Because of him I was left drowning in a pool of depression,
I only survived because of having the strength of my mom and brother to pull myself up.
I will never forget that night
That night he bailed,
leaving my small suffering family heart broken.
Yes, hes my father..
But no longer is he known as daddy,
I’m never going to be daddy’s little girl again..
The pain stabbed me in the heart like a knife,
still leaving scars behind
which leaves me to believe,
I can’t forgive nor forget..
That drunken man.

Blind am I?
My sight is gone,
But blind? Not I!
My ears can hear,
My tongue can taste,
My nose can smell,
My eyes though broken
Are still the windows to
My soul!
I sense your movement.
I memorize your place.
I see your face through my hands
Through my skin;
I sense with in.
I move quicker than you.
I see more than you may think.
I see your cluttered room,
The fly on your window,
The day old pizza under your bed,
The old spice perfume fuming from your pores,
I sense your playful arrogance in front of my nose.
I am not blind, I merely can’t see.

She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.
She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.
She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.
I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!

I've got butterflies in my stomach,
A frog in my throat,
Cat's got my tongue,
And someone's got my goat.
I'm as sly as a fox,
But as blind as a bat.
I'm as silly as a goose.
Now what do you think of that?

My little sister is my best friend.
We'll be together 'till the end
I've spent my life right by her side
And I've wiped away her tears whenever she's cried
I love her more than anything on this earth
And I can remember right after her birth
I told my mom I have a lil' sis
And that I change the first diaper...I insist
Wow, was that a mistake
The contents in the diaper was enough for a lake!
I can remember her first word
And I just wish it would'a been nerd
She blurted out "read!"
And thats what I tried to do .. indeed
But at eighteen months thats alot to ask
'Cause just holding up the book is a hard task
I recall times when we'd play dolls
And when I'd watch her color on walls
Everything about my sister is special to me
Even if she is blind as a bat, and cannot see
But even though we argue like dogs and cats
I love her and thats a fact

Deadly intelligent life form
At the bottom of the sea
I am from planet confused
What did I do
with my glasses
I can not see them ha
Everything a joke
Ha ha blind as a bat
My big eyes
are not great
My name is octopus
You are under my control
look at the arms
Look at the arms
I am certifying myself mad
in the head
Look at the arms
I am lost with
so many arms hanging down
Confused dot. com.
I would need to be
they are driving me crazy
Keeping so many arms busy
My brain can not cope
with all the stress
I will just have to use
two arms a time
Easier to control
will ignore the rest for now
Just keep one eye on them
To much for my brain
to handle
I think I am going cross eyed
Sending me blind
moving about
look at the arms
Look at the arms
Medusa of the deep
Minus the body
Cold and lonely down here
In a tizzy watching
My mind can not sleep
Look at the arms
Theirs no arm in me really

Trapped like a mouse!
Squished like a bug!
Stuck like glue. Eeeew!
Scared stiff like a deer caught in the head lights!
Shaking like a leaf.
Sick as a dog.
Dumb as a doorknob.
Blind as a bat.
Mad as hell!
One thing I'm not lately is,
sleeping like a baby!

The Bride on the wait List
Break gentle heart break
That I cannot withstand anymore
Shaking as same as an earth quake
As slow as a snail wakes and calls them whore
Here-in shoulders hands like a perfectionist
To leave and watch her sob
Wanders as blind as a bat
Attending to nowhere step by step
Thinking they call her slut
Runs down step and stumble on an out sleep
Finds time to persevere like in the book of job
And meets her best groom

Granny Bess.
With spectacles placed on the edge of her nose
she poised her pen to write.
Deep in thought of the days ups and downs
she began to write that night.
As she remembers her friends who called
to share her cake and tea.
She remembered as they left her home
how happy they seemed to be.
But truth was Granny Bess, her mind was not
quite right, for she forgot to wear her new red dress
so gave them all a fright.
Even the spectacles sitting on the edge of her nose
blind as a bat was Granny Bess she wore very little clothes
But then again, it's my Granny Bess
who invites her friends for tea.
Then likes to write the days events and share them all with me.

god bless her
my old nan,
she's blind as a bat
and 91,
she has a dog called
winni the wisp,
he's got no teeth
and barks with a lisp,
they both cant see me
when i'm there,
my nan the dog they
have no hair,
hey nan i'm going
to make us some tea,
she passed the remote
for the tv,
no nan i'm making a brew,
a nice cup of tea
for me and you.
she's sat there talking
to the settee,
laughing and joking
while i make the tea.
the dog is barking
at the floor,
he thinks he's sat
at the front door.
whats wrong with
the dog nan,
he's looking sad,
dont worry dear he's
going mad.
what with nan
and winni the same,
both barking mad
and totally insane,
i'm going home nan
its time to go,
as she struggles
to reach the floor.
from the settee
to the door,
its about 9foot 4,
ive been waiting
an hour she aint
reached the door.
the dogs gone in
the opposite way,
looking for nan
what can i say,
god bless them both
i'm on my way.

We are apt to get discouraged to say the least,
Living in this poisoned, unjust worldly kingdom ,
But keep in mind, those of us who know,
Seeing the injustice is prayer’s answer for wisdom .
Christ said “One cannot serve two Masters”.
I’ve found doing so creates a major hassle,
It breaks one’s heart piece by piece,
A decision must be made. Which castle?
“My Kingdom is not of this world”
Finally. Thank God, I’m comprehending that.
For me, this is an epiphany,,
Heretofor I've been crashing, blind as a bat.
What do I do now Lord? Just where is your Kingdom please?
Ah yes! You said “ My kingdom is made of such as these.”

Old Man Lee
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There was an old fella named Lee
Who was blind as a bat you see
He stayed out late
Brought home a date
A lovely blond named Sheree
The neighbors did show surprise
That he brought back such a prize
Twas a little blue pill
That gave him the thrills
To the occasion he must rise
4/27/17